I started to write of how so much like the witch hunts of 17th-century America this feels like. To be hunted down and murdered, to be burned at the stakes, albeit in more modern ways with a weapon, for something
Sri Lanka Our neighbouring island nation is very particular about porn laws. Under the Explicit Literature Ordinance, sale or possession of pornographic material can be classified as illegal. However, since these laws are very old, the punishments are very lenient.
The 12th week of the FTII strike is about to begin. As we sit with each other for one of our late night meetings, I realise how far we have travelled as a student body, which is now accountable for
Sex sells. It is a truth as old as the waves of time. Advertisers knew that then and now. So did the women standing on the corners of L-shaped streets. Strange though, the politics of words. Words—those to which I
Spoiler Alert: Read this piece at your own risk if you intend to watch the movie and haven’t yet managed to. I must acknowledge at the outset that I thoroughly enjoyed watching the Hindi remake of Jeethu Joseph’s Drishyam.
“You can’t play with those boys under the jamun tree!” warned his grandmother as Amit reached out to push the heavy black metal gate open. “Why?” He wanted to scream the why out, but knew better. “Because they’re dirty, filthy
The newspaper I last worked at was part of a media conglomerate, and shared office space with the group’s Hindi news channel. This arrangement was occasionally inconvenient—an eager beaver recording a voiceover at the top of his voice just as
Aarushi Avirook Sen Penguin Books India Rs 199 | 312 pp How do you begin to write about a book that crushes your soul and all its feeble hopes? How do you begin to write when anger and despair
1 You who dreamt of democracy jumped off the roof and died Was it a poetic gesture? that mourns the death of rhyme? Boris bleeds Fukushima and Fukushima bleeds Domiasiat. There is free uranium for India dead bodies at the
Sahib has died.” Jainat Ram brought me this news along with the foodstuff from the bazaar. “Sahib? Which sahib?” “That semi-blind sahib.” “Oh, the one-eyed Sahib. Jackson. Poor fellow.” I looked out of the window. Beyond the moss covered